’Twas the night before Christmas, the air crisp and bright, With candles aglow, casting warmth through the night.
First came Balsam, with Fir Needle’s embrace, Bayberry whispers, a pinecone’s soft grace.
Then followed Fall, with its pumpkin delight, Clove and persimmon, a sweet, cozy sight. Its scent filled the room, like autumn’s warm kiss, A nod to the harvest, pure holiday bliss.
Last but not least, Noël danced in the light, With spiced apple warmth, making spirits take flight. Cinnamon, nutmeg, a festive parade, In this candlelit magic, our worries all fade.
So gather together, let joy fill the air, With Balsam, Fall, Noël, love’s scent everywhere. As we cherish these moments, our hearts all aglow, In the glow of our candles, true warmth we bestow.
